i ask for belonging

sometimes you look at me with a particular kind of sadness in your eyes. and i know. i know i have failed you. but maybe it is you thinking you have failed me, wishing that you could have done more, said more, became more strict, more ruthless, maybe even more prayerful. i know you pray…

Smoking: My Rebellion

I started smoking at the age of nineteen. Not because I had a “bad” group of friends or because I was going through things in my life that could only be cured by tobacco. Of course my eventual “addiction” and regularity of smoking came as a result of things I thought would be cured by…